I could still remember
it was Morton's Irish Bar...
Never let a day
go by without at least once...
A voice says "Hi"
And eyes lock on mine...
As the innocent fall victim to the merciless,
And the near innocent sit silent in room...
Cracked Knuckles,
Ready to write...
Don't cry for what you get
I will admit what you get...
Music fills my soul,
And releases from thine mouth...
Two politicians were talking syntax
but their language must have been just too lax...
Some men only want a warm place to lay pipe.
They will revel in the touch of lips on satin...
Patele is what we eat
The good kine meat...
I'm up the creek
Without a paddle...
Please do not mistake
early signs of Alzheimer's...